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There’s an old man

slow walk, three legged man

sorrowful movement.

He stands in the sun

with stillness unavoidable

slowly fading on the lanes

so fast as the cars

lining up in

sorrowful sounds

sorrowful colors

sorrowful times.

There’s an old man

disappearing in a sorrowful car,

he walked slowly

to a life that goes by

sorrowfully fast.